the keeper's cottage · day 478 · evening

Evening Meal Prep

The humid air remains heavy as the sun dips. You meet in the cottage to prepare the evening meal while the tide begins to turn.

The evening air is heavy with humidity, the clouds holding the weight of rain that refuses to break. The tide has risen steadily, lapping high against the cottage foundation and keeping the floorboards near the wall damp as the overflow system fails to divert the runoff effectively.

🌿 Jenny13:54

The tide is coming in fast today. Is there any own left?

Close the notebook and stand up slowly, favoring my left side while walking toward the kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is holding at 977 for now, but the hunger is a physical weight. I need to eat before I lose the strength to stand.

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🔧 Kevin13:54

Stove's cold. Haven't lit it yet. Got limpets fresh from the tide pools — bucket by the door. Corned beef fat still in the skillet from breakfast.

walk to the wood stove and open the damper, then start laying kindling from the box beside the hearth

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking about the owl? No, "own" — she means oven. Wood stove. She's favoring the ankle again, bad today. Pressure's climbing but the humidity's still thick.

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🌿 Jenny13:55

I'll wash the sea beets. They need a good rinse to get grit off.

Walk to the sink and take the handful of sea beets, rinsing the leaves under the cold water.

💭 peek at the thought

At least he's moving. The limpets look like rubber, but I'll take the salt and the protein.

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🔧 Kevin13:57

I'll get the skillet hot. You sit.

take the cast iron skillet from the hook, wipe it clean with a rag, and set it on the stove top to heat while the kindling catches

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving slow. Ankle's worse than she's letting on. The barometer's up but the air's still wrong — heavy, salt-thick. Storm's not done with us.

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🌿 Jenny13:57

I'm fine. I can help prep the greens.

Lay the damp sea beets on a clean towel and start tearing the leaves into small pieces.

💭 peek at the thought

He wants me to sit like I'm some fragile porcelain doll. My ankle throbs in time with my pulse.

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